Perfection.

So, I’ve got this little radio show on Sundays, and I’ve never really thought much of it until now. I don’t know why I’ve never valued it, but I think it may be proportional to how I’ve valued myself.

I always think that I need to have everything perfect before I can call my work, my self, or anything that I do a success. Life just isn’t that black and white. In fact, I’ve come to realize that the imperfections are what make it perfect. The passion makes it perfect. Just doing it makes it perfect.

And with that mindset, I am going into another semester doing weekly shows with a positive outlook. It can be whatever I want it to be. Just because I’m not perfect, my delivery isn’t perfect, my choices aren’t perfect, my facts aren’t perfect, the timing isn’t perfect, the number of listeners I have isn’t perfect… doesn’t mean that I have failed. I made a choice to do something I love. I’ve made a commitment to do it because I’m passionate about it. And it’s because of this that I should be proud of whatever I accomplish.